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Danube Island Festival ....


Oh my "prollig - site" will be acted out: oP
meet you there?
: http://www.2010.donauinselfest.at/?lang=de&module=programm oP

Side Effect Of Room Heater

Give me no hand ...


I wander through this house,
time seems to stand still.
The walls still hear my prayer.

made my bed, as if it is still waiting to go
. But the hands can not turn back
.

My dolls still have all their recorded
smile. Pink. Steel blue eyes but memories
here seem to just collecting dust.

The big brown door seems to have become quite small.
us who once connected, but I go through here - bleed
still my wounds.

I go to the box, this is still all lined up.
So I take the first material over to me, can it be that no one will see that here?
The wall clock plays every hour still their old song.

Reliable as ever,
The only thing that has never changed, no matter what I
the day asked here Sun

Here smell anything after me. speak
Could these walls, so they told about you.
you are for me a stranger,
schmück up with the most beautiful gowns.
You remain what you are.
liar and an egotist.

Do not speak of pride,
you have your long been sold and awarded. And
to me and my sisters do you have to raise any claim.

How many times have you let me wait. I hate to
taught.
I betrayed and abandoned.

If the end is now threatening
this time I am not your lifeboat.

Do not get me wrong, I wish you nothing bad
.

I've always forgiven you,
I am doing now.
Maybe egomania heritable and therefore immortal.
I forgive you, but this time not because of you because of me.

I thought I could overcome me, and me
rebind my mask.
brave like my dolls to wear.
But I'll give you all, no, I do not want to have more.

No more forced smiles, no
Katharina what to tell the others.
For what it is so telling, missed by my ears
from now.

You must love me, you gotta give
anything.
Keep your dreams of big earnings
but eventually you should start.

Although some patterns of behavior now solved, and much
the scales fall from your eyes,
also say if you today, I was always seriously
you have cheated me my childhood.

We both know neither you nor have they raised me.
And yet not all the love gone. or not -
honor you have.
It is also sometimes a kind of duty.
long your charter was.
But that is now gone.
I am not even lying.
No more broken or bent leg.
I confess to you one, you have influenced me but I never brought up
.

I'm rattled by systems with only so
and flown by.
Where were you when your hand me rich now?
You say I now introduce yourself to the wall
and urge you in a corner.

The truth is serious. Thus, it was
for me to laugh about.

I wanted long fallen.
Shuf my own world,
my golden tent -
My only goal was to money and success.


The perfect life, just -
The life that you wanted for you.
You see, I have every duty.
forgive my dreams and desires. All achieved without
to borrow and not taken
but this dream has not mine - so I've
the most important thing is lost.

I'd be lying if
admit I could not
that I love my little world and my personal hero would
.
I love and am grateful for that.

compassion is so pejorative. -
why I say I have sympathy with you.
You have all my falls, but each peak cross missed.

I thank you for my sisters,
you were not what I had hoped, but the two were
the answer to my prayers.

I would not know if I would have held without them.
You cheated yourself so much.
What has your perception as Father was so moved?

Regardless of what you erwiderst me, your answer is no weight -
that remains for me it all just a fairy tale `

To rotate I by now. Be prepared, because this door
I do now really.
leg up in my old bed - maybe you'll find there your peace.

Convert From .jar To .ipa

on and off ...


thoughts salad to the square ...

Anyone may feel free to take out the what he wants.
The last years I spent living in a "then-Forest" to
.
I have the desire - to leave everything behind and just go,
'I'll see what's so "always understand can.
But something in me has always held.
I thought so grim and rigid - it just has to grow up to live out
their own wishes and dreams to another level.
Until this level then disappears, and every little seed of a dream
falls like dust.
The broad goals were reduced to small, because that's somehow
"manageable" is.
And the "few" of each of these thoughts
was covered stories of everyday life.
I can not say that my desires were completely gone,
just very well hidden.
I have attached more and more tied into the habits,
fears and desires.
Yes maybe I was also moved.
ambition, hard work and perseverance are no negative property, but
with my studies - from now. This does not mean that my life now
is mediocre, much more is now especially.

I'm on my way.
There are days when it feels on so - as if I have a step forward
going to put up but then two steps back.
But I go. Steadily.
Some tastes good at all.
But I do not bend, I tender not, but now
worthwhile for me now to go more often a detour, which ultimately leads me to my certain
goal. I like my stage victory.
I understand now: "For every defeat, there are two victories"

I'll clear up in me, open up many of the well sealed boxes and stowed
she sat like little boats on a river. Let all the related
emotions going on, and walk as best I can do everything in experiences and memories,
which left me to the man - by which I really am.

releasing hurt sometimes quite beautiful.
The emptiness you feel after that endure sometimes difficult.
I must be careful that I did not create new scenarios for these
as a replacement drug to use and maintain torn wounds. It takes

usually a few days until then adjusts these newfound
ease. But then there is this feeling, it feels as if one could fly.

Where space is - you can move again.
I'm planning this summer to see.
My "first, and old home" with all the faces that I so long
have not seen.

A couple of blocks - and angle the shelters in my childhood and adolescence
(from which I "get out" probably never really will
most they will be replaced by my first Quarter Life Crisis) to share.
The companion at my side to show of my hiding places.

Sitting on a dirt road, with eyes on my new home.
smile to see my four-legged friend as he hunted through the fields, and perhaps
quietly smoking just one cigarette.
a "peace pipe" - I'm curious if they will like me.

This is my first (new) way point of a total of three.

pictures of my experiences, Gedankenmixe and music lists follow.

music list 1)

Burgenland and me ....

1) Michael Brook - "Best Unsaid"
2) Elton John - My Fathers Gun "
3) Ryan Adams - Hotel Chelsea Nights"
4) Bob Dylan and Jeff Buckley (I love both version ) - "I Shall Be Released"
5) Will Derryberry - "What do you think about love"
6.) John Mayer - Free Fallin' (cover von Tom Petty)
7.) Stuart Staples - "That Leaving Feeling"
8.) Michael Brook - "Devil Slayer"
9.) Ryan Adams - "Come Pick Me Up"
10.) Sting - "Englishman In New York"
11.) Beth Hart - "Learning To Live"
12.) A Balladeer - "Boys of Summer" ( Original Don Henley)
13.) Oasis - "Talk Tonight"
14.) Beth Hart - "Leave the light on"
15.) Susie Suh - "Recognition"
16.) Shirock - "Man Inside"
17.) Patty Griffin - "Heavenly Day"
18.) Iron and Wine / Calexico - "Dead Man's Will"
19.) Stereophonics - "Dakota"
20) The Damnwells - Tonight and Forever "
21) The Ataris - Boys Of Summer"
22) Will Derryberry - Seven
23) I Nine - Same In Any Language "(Ruckus version is also nice: o)) xoxo Kati

Lena: o)

From Where Can You Buy Ulip?

rain in Vienna ...


my umbrella and I walk through the city.
go somewhere just to the sun.
For a summer rain, it almost too cold.

I enjoy the air, every drop of rain
and all the air bubbles in between.

My city never sleeps,
but it changes the energy and I feel like
around everything will be merry.
holding honest and polite to each red Traffic light,
dance on the crosswalk.
The long weekend is already hanging in the clouds. Some

pack, unpack, and some from.
nod in passing to me all the statues,
I see the day. Repeated admonition or remind
leave us. Some with raised finger, to large
other sons, daughters and heroic deeds.

I schmunzle on my four-legged companion, the second
reads his mail on every corner.
And here and there, leaving a note.


We all seem well in the guise of anonymity
to disappear, however, he knows exactly
its neighbors.

Sometimes when I let myself be guided a few steps from him.
unerringly he is targeting our stations.
are now and we asked for directions.
getting paid to smile and reflect.

We stop at our Tobacco Shop, he knows exactly what
trick requires it to get his treat.
Some time ago I got my addictions
left here and let me pack now only all the daily newspapers and weekly magazines
.
Sometimes I feel the call of Fortuna and
counting on my luck as it is today.

We continue our little journey and control
on towards the Danube.
It is loud, the cars hiss the wet
Road just as fast.
I put on my headphones and let me
of my favorite songs now also
sprinkle.

green. We're going to run, here we must always
hurry because the traffic light so quickly suggests.
I see on the big bridge, and suddenly disappears
everything around me.

the past I've often with a certain anxiety
my view can wander.
only briefly and then quickly to safe ground
to stare, but now I realize that I
all have left behind.

I'm still not brave or safer than usual
conscience issues are not simple more.
digress While my thoughts, I feel
a slight pull on the leash.

the steps we lumber down the Danube Canal
and take a walk.
raining many like-minded people, in between there are the usual lines
"confusion".

I see on the water and wonder if I take a picture

whether I would be all the drops that fall exactly
now at this moment - could count
.

Continue to the next bridge.
read on the walls next to me in
I pass by who else was here,
all the little colorful messages.
Even the failed character.
Well we all have our "bad days".

slowly makes wide the day
and the gray is lighter to me.

We walk over the bridge,
head for the subway station, and after a long jump

we practice together on the escalator.
practiced and accomplished we are
exemplary on the page.

I stroke my wet
four-legged best friend to whisper in
and how great he does it.

Whenever it rains, it has
this uneasy smell in the station.
The air is thick and undefinable for me
.

run The people around us to their moves.
hurry then. I smile inwardly
and remember - that I am not at all before
too long ago exactly was.

But my priorities are different now
set. I am grateful for the luxury
live in the now allowed to.

Undeterred by the "all around us, we
us for our breakfast sandwiches
.

Ready for the way home, we are now equipped with
news, rolls and an option

luck for a good start to the day.

This time we choose the stairs,
finally we're athletic.

the top, I breathe deeply, my umbrella margin
and once again
beats the traffic light to green
we walk home.

Now we go a bit quicker, we both finally
growls of the stomach.
I turn the music a bit louder,
and decide for myself on the fast track.

We are the Grand Avenue of
all the leaves on the trees are so indescribably
green. It acts as
almost unreal.

Now I close the umbrella.
Close your eyes and let
wash me clean.
I shall be very small and grateful.

Even when I notice that someone speaks to us, and I
push the headphones aside,
"Hearns, the dog needs to muzzle Thurs,
is high above the 3ocm.

I smile, my headphones on my ears again
Place,
rate to a life's work and wish you
a nice day.


Caress my total
extremely dangerous fear-inspiring
Golden Retriever on the wet snout and
- laugh out loud.

We will see at home, yet all
Finster.
The last meters I let my faithful companion
off the leash.

The usual game
believed lost with the key starts
until I relieved him then out of my pocket
fish. I lock on.

Arrived at home.